This world is terrible

Chapter 75 The Way to Fight the Gods

"When will the system, Spring Festival activities, and card pool status be updated?"

The system decisively replied: [On the day of the Spring Festival]

"Then it seems that there is nothing to look forward to."

Gao Yi directly collapsed on the grass, feeling the warm sunshine on his cheeks.

"How can we drive the gods back into the pit?"

In the words of the head of the black mist, the matter of knocking down the lord of the dream seems to be related to people.But from its dismissive appearance, it seems that it is not human beings who actually completed this move.

Related to humans... The Lord of Dreamland was knocked down.

Could it be...

Was it a human plan, what did they use to knock down the Dream Lord?

When polluting his strange painting, the head of the black mist said: "Man overthrew the rule of gods, divided and ate the broken power, named it grandly as skill, and continued or passed it down."

"But after all, that is not a flame that ants can bear. Every time you actively use it, it will cause a huge burden on the body."

"So the end of every ant is nothing more than being burned by the flames. It's ridiculous."

But now the authority of the Lord of Dreams still exists, so where does the human skill come from?

Another god?

The ancient and distant chapter was revealed by the remaining servants of the gods... But after it belittled human beings, it jumped into the pit to be loyal, without even a follow-up.

It deserves it to stop!
Gao Yi shook his head.

Thinking about it now, these are still empty talk after all, and it is still not helpful to solve the problem of New Year's Eve.

Bang bang bang!
On the lawn in the distance, there were suddenly a few firecrackers.

Gao Yi turned his head to look, only to find that two children were squatting there and playing with cannons, crackling, blowing up a group of ants and fleeing in all directions.

Gao Yi frowned as he took out the cane from the system space.

He suddenly had a crazy idea, but he didn't dare to put it into practice.

Because I can't afford to gamble.

If conditions permit, he still wants to fight for an evacuation operation.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

A Samoyed came running fast.

"Xiaodi, what's wrong with you?" Gao Yi grabbed the dog's head.

"Something happened!"

Xiaodi answered out of breath: "Something has happened, Ma Baoshu asked you to answer the question!"

"You've been with me in class for so long, can't you answer it yourself?"

Gao Yi's heart suddenly burst, and a sense of crisis immediately pervaded.

"I won't!"

Xiaodi screamed: "I don't understand you humans at all, why do you want to learn these difficult questions?"

"I've had enough of Xiaoming Xiaohong, OQOB, and Li Hua and Li Ming!"

"Okay, get out."

Gao Yi kicked it directly: "Hurry up and find a public phone booth, remember to stay away from here, I want you to make a call for me later."

"Woof!" Xiaodi immediately ran away like lightning.

Gao Yi was about to go home when he suddenly felt a heat in his nose.Stretching out a hand to wipe it, it turned out to be a bright red.

[The battle of dreams is very serious for your mental burden]

The system warmly reminded: [You should take a good rest]

Gao Yi shook his head.

……

Donghai, Second People's Hospital.

11:30am.

The golden sunlight, accompanied by the cool breeze, covered the entire ward.

Beside the blue and white striped hospital bed, a bouquet of dewy flowers was placed in a vase, and a large bag of fruits and melon seeds was put down.

At this time, the TV was turned on, and Donghai City's midday talk show was being broadcast.

The title reads impressively:

[The New Year is approaching, and the pressure of the Spring Festival travel in the East China Sea is facing difficulties! ]
"This year is another difficult time."

Director Song leaned halfway on the hospital bed, and sighed: "As the fastest growing economic center in recent years, it has attracted many foreigners. But when people come, they still have to leave.

"It seems that the situation has not improved this year."

"The railway construction of underground facilities is still the big one after all, and there is no way to do it."

Tan Yan found a stool, peeled the apples, and replied one after another: "Now Donghai is difficult even for those who go out, and it is also difficult for those who come back."

"What are you doing, Tan Zi? You're too polite."

Director Song quickly asked him to sit down: "But don't cut it, the doctor said it's not good for now..."

"Huh?" Tan Yan took a bite of the apple.

Director Song's eyelids twitched: "Are you eating this for yourself?"

"That's right, isn't it because you're afraid of being bored?" Tan Yan grabbed another handful of melon seeds.

"From now on, you can hold back and come to work."

Director Song wanted to scold again, but suddenly he heard someone's cell phone ringing.Tan Yan took out his mobile phone, and after saying "Hello?", he suddenly looked at Director Song with some doubts.

"Looking for me?"

Director Song said strangely.He answered the phone, and immediately heard an obviously distorted voice.

"Hello, Director Song."

"Hello, who are you?" Director Song frowned.

"You can call me Descartes."

Descartes?
Director Song turned on the speakerphone.

"I have something to inform you."

Descartes solemnly said: "The master of the dream is about to escape."

Director Song and Tan Yan looked at each other, and immediately asked, "Who is the master of the dream...?"

On the street in a distant city, beside a public phone booth, Descartes, who was wearing an ill-fitting suit and an alpaca headgear, was pressing his headset and said to Gao Yi.

"Mr. Gao, he asked who is the master of the dream?"

Far away in his room, Gao Yi, who was stuffing his nose with a tissue, suddenly stopped.

The trouble is big.

Although the fall of the Dream Lord definitely did not happen in modern times, if there were any traces of this incident in the executive board, it is absolutely impossible for the director to be ignorant of it.

Now, how can he ensure the credibility of his words?
Gao Yi thought for a while, then said in a low voice, "Try it out."

So, Descartes replied: "The director is joking. Who is it? I think a person with your status should be very clear."

Director Song almost believed it himself.

Ask Tan Yan to turn on the computer, go inside and retrieve the files.But not even a root hair was found.

He finally determined that this was a scam call!

beep...

"Mr. Gao, he hung me up."

Descartes replied: "Do you want to threaten him with you? Let him report to his superiors and then organize the evacuation?"

"Impossible."

Gao Yi shook his head resolutely: "His superior is nothing more than Chuli, if he doesn't know, Chuli won't know either."

"And, do you think that organizing such a large evacuation is really at the discretion of the department?"

"What's the matter?"

Descartes was stunned: "I need to buy a plane ticket, do you want to run away together?"

"No, you make another call."

Gao Yi's expression finally became serious: "Let's talk about something else this time."

(End of this chapter)